The Lonely Goth-Mick Thomas

歌手 : Mick Thomas
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:28

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The Lonely Goth - Mick Thomas
Velvet pants and a big top hat
It's a little hot to be dressed like that
Down near the war memorial he's propped
In a big balck cape and twelve hole docs
Yeah wearing twelve hole docs
Now he almost made his auntie faint
When he stopped at the chemist for some black nail paint
She just stood there hand on hips
He said aunty emm it'll match my lips
I heard his father and his mother say
What possessed the boy to look that way
But don't you try and bring him down
He's a lonely goth in a country town
Now his father's family settled here
In another time it was a long gone year
He knows about them all you see
They're buried at the local cemetery
Rest in peace
There's a girl in the next town that he knows
They met at a marilyn manson show
And they write letters and they swap spells
They'll be together one day in hell
I heard his father and his mother say
What possessed the boy to dress that way
And what will the blokes at the bottom pub say
And the women down at her cwa
But don't you try and bring him down
He's a lonely goth in a country town
To dress like that around here you guess
That he likes being close to death
He doesn't like footy he doesn't like cars
He didn't mind coppolla's dracula
One day he'll be rid of this place
Run like mascara down a pale white face
He doesn't believe in a god above
But you could never doubt his mother's love
I heard his father and his mother say
What possessed the boy to dress that way
And what will the blokes at the bottom pub say
And the women down at her cwa
But it's eye of news and it's tounge of bat
As he walks around town with his mum's black cat
And if you'd been through all he's been through
Then you'd turn white and you'd frown too
He's the bravest boy behind the frown
Of a lonely goth in a country town
And he's evoked the wrath of a country town
He's the only one for miles around
It's a shearing town
Or a mining town
A quite little country town